The next day was Sunday,--our happy Sabbath for repose and quiet conversation at home.

After passing the day in our usual devotions and sober reading, my three elder boys requested my permission to walk towards our farm in the evening.

On their return, they informed me it would be necessary to give a few days' labour to our plantations of maize and potatoes.

I therefore determined to look to them.
Though I was out early next morning, I found Fritz and Jack had been gone some time, leaving only the ass in the stables, which I secured for my little Francis.

I perceived, also, that they had dismounted my cart, and carried away the wheels, from which I concluded that they had met with some tree in their walk the preceding evening, suitable for the pipes for their fountains, and that they had now returned to cut it down, and convey it to Tent House.